Her Birthday Eve

Today I told Scarlett, this is the last time I will ever hug you at breakfast while you're three.  The next time I hug you at breakfast, you'll be four.  This made her very happy.  It's her birthday eve, but she calls it 'my birthday Christmas eve'

FOUR!

While I was on the East Coast, snow happened in Portland.  Sledding happened.  After one sledding venture to Mt. Tabor, Scarlett was so exhausted that she fell asleep on the sled while we pulled it down a noisy street, two miles back to our house.